test driving, yo.

[broil]

Have you accepted our lord and savior Satan?

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[daredtodisobey]

I don't know if this is better or worse than the thousands of thirteen year olds who scrawled about loving Satin on bathroom walls.

[broil]

Depends. Do you prefer it when they come with or without a mommy and daddy that just don't understand?

[daredtodisobey]

Either way is fine, so long as they don't show up with actual satin; it's atrocious.

[broil]

Ew. [a pause.] But well, I had to wonder, 'cause then there's the whole lack of teenage rebelling thing. [he's making a face, a bit like... the thought alone really doesn't suit him. Ew again.]

[daredtodisobey]

Teen rebellion offers you about as much as satin does; usually. Kids pretending they know what they're doing and trying to summon a demon and doing drugs.

Don't think you've missed out on much.

[broil]

No summoning for me. But hey - don't knock the drugs 'til you've tried 'em, is what I say.

[Another pause! He squints, wondering.]

Have you tried drugs?

[daredtodisobey]

[ He's going to give you a brow raise, mostly because even bothering to ask that seems foolish. Does he look like he needs drugs? Really? ]

A little busy for that.

[broil]

There's literally so such thing, boss. There's always time to snort one.